For Wilson Fisk, this powerful body is also a factor of pride and one of the reasons he looks down on those superheroes.

To Jin Bing, those cowards who hide their true faces behind masks are just a bunch of mice crossing the street.

"Has Bullseye not returned yet?"

Jin put down the barbell and wiped the sweat from his body, asked casually to the deputy beside him

To be honest, Kim didn't really want to do this deal.

Jin Bing's industry is undoubtedly illegal. It has swallowed up the entire Hell's Kitchen and even the underworld forces in New York, and the underworld empire that radiates toward the entire United States and even the world has nothing to do with the word legal.

In those movies, the Mafia did all the bad things Kim did, and they did what they didn't do, and all that brought about was Kim's current crime dynasty.

It is rude to say that Jin has completely unified the originally chaotic American underground society. Even if he is a profession that cannot be put on the table, he has the strength to make Bai Dao have to look and fear.

However, the industry has achieved a certain level, and Jin does not do such boring things less.

When he is a challenger of rules, he will do everything possible to bring down his opponents to gain benefits, and when he is a rule maker, he must also set rules!

Taking orders to assassinate is not a good thing for Jin Bing's business. He is not afraid of assassinations, but the unfortunate wind cannot last long.

King wouldn't have asked Bullseye to do such a thing if it wasn't for the massive amount of munitions that Obadiah promised to provide him with the gang.

"Forget it, there will be no problem." Jin Bing put on his white suit, picked up his cane, and seemed to have changed back to that fierce gangster all at once.

"Boss, we have another factory taken down by Daredevil recently."

"Is it that disgusting clown in red tights again?" Jin Bing frowned, a look of disgust on his face

To say that the underworld emperor hates the most, the first is the IRS. After all, even if he makes a lot of money from illegal business, he has to pay taxes to the government obediently.

The second dislike is naturally this group of masked heroes who work voluntarily, just to satisfy their desire to express justice in their hearts, destroying and hindering the business of gold mergers again and again!

"When Bullseye returns, let him..."

Jin Bing's icy voice stopped abruptly, his eyes slammed into the closed door, and he felt a terrifying sense of fear!

Button button~~

There was a polite and rhythmic knock on the door, followed by a more gentle voice.

"It would be rude to call at such an occasion, Mr. Fisk. I have a deal to discuss with you."

The next moment, the locked steel door was suddenly torn open, and the fracture that burned the molten fire seemed to be cut open by some invisible fire knife, and the bullseye, Jin Bing's most powerful hitman, drooped like a dead dog. head.

Jin Bing's eyes narrowed slightly, because the one who caught the bullseye was their target.

Wall Street investment upstart, the Chinese who is worth tens of billions of dollars!

Now, the smiling figure in front of the torn door of steel is clearly not the same as the bunch of weak Wall Street rubbish.

Jin and smelled the familiar smell from him, it was the smell of madness, indifference, and aloofness.

Just like him, like the taste of being above all gangsters, trampling on the law, and enforcing the way of his own emperor.

"Then what business do you want to discuss, Mr. Mu?"

Jin Bian responded with the same polite and even a little humble attitude. He didn't even look at the bullseye who was driven in, and he focused all his attention on the man in front of him.

What is the most important thing about your underworld empire? money? reputation? Or your own dignity?

No, none of these matters, survival is the most important thing. Those who are blinded by stupid arrogance and arrogance and false dignity are not qualified to continue in this game.

"Mr. Fisk, should we figure out your order for Obadiah before we talk about the deal."

Mu Feng pulled a chair and sat in front of Jin Bing, looking at the underworld emperor with tight muscles, smiled faintly.

It is said that Jin Bing is really the first Marvel villain he has come into contact with. Mu Feng liked to play the Punisher game when he was a child - the game in which the Punisher and Nick Fury went to beat Jin Bing.

Jin Bei is an ordinary villain of the Marvel world standard. He has no special abilities and no special technology. He just relies on his powerful physical body and powerful underworld social network to make a normal hero such as Punisher and Spider-Man helpless. .

Although Jin Bing's job is an underworld rat who can't be on the table, he has taken this profession to the extreme, and as long as he achieves the extreme, even the invisible rat will become a powerful force.

You must know that in the comics, Kim, who was killed by the enemy's only son, recovered from retirement to the peak in an instant, and used his power to almost cause the third world war.

Of course, Jin Bing in front of him probably won't have such an exaggerated network and power, but in any case, his influence radiates at least half of the United States.

What Mu Feng valued was his power and his ability to build it. A talented and ambitious villain emperor, he will be very valuable as an agent.

"What should I pay to make up for your loss?" Jin Bian kept his attitude very low

"Yeah, let me think... how about working for me?"

Mu Feng smiled happily

"Mr. Fisk, how about surrendering to me?"

Jin Bing narrowed his eyes slightly. In his long underworld career, he had heard the same words many times.

He, Wilson Fisk, is unquestionably talented, and many big men are eager to subdue his dragon and use his powers for their own use.

Of course, most of these big men fell or turned into food for Jin Bing. Jin Bing was so reckless and did not succumb to others.

"Mr. Mu, surrender is not such a simple verbal promise." Jin Bing whispered

"Perhaps you can go back and draw up a detailed contract and then I'll sign it?"

"Jin Bing, tell me, what is your ideal?"

Mu Feng left his seat, stood behind Jin Bing, put his hands on his tight shoulders and said softly

"Your answer is that you aspire to be the supreme emperor of the underworld and build an eternal underworld empire. A grand ideal, and what you have accomplished so far is very good..."

"But, Mr. Fisk. Tell me, if I want to kill you now, to bring down your enemy from the very beginning, how would you...how do you want to deal with it?"

Jin didn't speak, but his attitude already showed what he meant.

The way...that of course there is no way.

Those forces, those powers, are meaningless in the face of truly overwhelming forces. In particular, the one who masters this power is still a guy with no bottom line.

"I'm not a superhero, Mr. Fisk, so I have no bottom line." Mu Feng returned to his seat, supported his head with one hand, and smiled happily

"I have no bottom line, which means that I can take your life at any time. Mr. Fisk, everything you have painstakingly built will lose its meaning."

"And there will be many, many more people like this in the future. Mr. Fisk, you have to admit it, times have changed."

Jin Bing remained silent, but clenched the scepter in his hand and said nothing.

He despised those superheroes because these guys who adhere to the bottom line can only do stupid and useless work over and over again within the scope of their abilities, and they basically can't do anything except disgust themselves.

But if the superhero is like the Punisher, or even the more excessive private law enforcer, such a guy is not willing to provoke him to death.

After all, the power he is proud of is still within the scope of human understanding, and this lack of power makes him the biggest shortcoming!

"I can make up for it, Mr. Fisk."

Mu Feng knew the point, he said softly, and put the three beating monster cells on the table

"Come on, Mr. Fisk. Take this gift and you'll gain superhuman powers and a new future."

"But the price is surrender to me, and the rejection of human identity - Mr. Fisk, I will not force you, because you are already my subordinate, this is just my little gift."

After all, Mu Feng patted Jin Bing on the shoulder, opened a portal and disappeared instantly.

He wasn't afraid to reveal his identity here in Jinbo, because he knew too well what an underworld emperor was like.

Jin Bian picked up the monster cell in front of him, and fell into a long silence as he looked at this beating heart-like piece of meat.

Strength...or power?

Continue on your old path, or... on a brand new path?

9. Siege of Kama Taj

"There is no abnormality at the target location for the time being, and the encirclement has been completed..."

At night, at 177A Blick Street in Manhattan, New York, several inconspicuous black cars were parked.

"Received, the action begins."

Taking advantage of the night, more than 30 S.H.I.E.L.D. agents smeared and surrounded the apartment. Not only that, but even heavy fire weapons at the far end had already aimed at the building.

This is Nick Fury's order to attack this building related to 'Kama Taj', it is best to capture a few alive.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has zero tolerance for any illegal mutant organization, not to mention the chaos caused by the other party, just a group of mutants with amazing destructive power gathered together is what they cannot bear.

Agent Coulson took a deep breath and adjusted his collar. To be honest, even if his colleagues were treated like this, Coulson felt in his heart that he should not be so 'rash'

But this was what the director meant, and he couldn't refute it. And he was all too aware of how insecure Nick Fury was.

The King of Agents doesn't allow anything that he doesn't understand and can't control, and his favorite thing to do is find a self-righteous superhero or superpower and say to him, 'Do you think only you are special? ’

Coulson knocked on the door, and after about thirty seconds there was no response, so he pushed the door and entered—

Mu Feng secretly showed a malicious smile, and directly broke the mirror dimension of the New York Sanctuary at the right time.

The New York Sanctuary, the Hong Kong Sanctuary, and the London Sanctuary are all important nodes of Kama Taj.

The sanctuary was never built on the city, but the city was built on the sanctuary. These three sanctuaries are like nails that maintain the main material plane of the earth from the invasion of most other-dimensional existences, so there is also a strong protective force here.

The real entrance of each sanctuary is hidden in the mirror dimension, and only by opening the sanctuary in the correct way can one enter the real space. Mu Feng doesn't understand Kama Taj's spells - but he has a cosmic Rubik's Cube in his hand.

Even if it is only a part of the saved power, it is enough to break all the protections of the mirror dimension!

In just an instant, the alarm that the mirror dimension of the New York Sanctuary was torn apart spread throughout the entire Kama Taj!

Gu Yi, who was roaming the dark dimension with his eyes closed, beat Dormammu violently to collect his debts, and then Gu Yi, who stole his power, opened his eyes, and a stunned change appeared on his wise and unwavering face.

In so many worlds she has observed, she has never seen such a future!

"Who dares to trespass to the Holy of Holies!!!"

A sturdy black mage came directly to the entrance of the New York Sanctuary with twenty or so mystic mage in an instant, and their portal to open the mirror dimension was exactly the same as the special effect portal disguised by Mu Feng.

Just as Coulson was about to speak, a bullet flew out of his back, hitting a mystic's chest with precision!

Of course, this bullet didn't cause any damage, it just collided before the brilliance of the [Seraphine Shield] attached to the Mystic Mage and disappeared.

However, this is to kill people.

This Nima is a war!

"How dare you attack the Holy of Holies?!" The black mage, also the eldest disciple of the ancient master, Baron Mordo, was stunned at first, and then instantly became angry and ignited.

Although the magicians do not discriminate against mortals who are protected by them but do not know it, it does not mean that they can still have a good temper when they are beaten.

"Wait a minute, this is a misunderstanding..."

Before Coulson could finish his words, he was knocked out by a gust of wind, and the car behind him was knocked out, and he himself even fainted with a tilt of his head.

Baron Mordo, who started the war with a beautiful [Wind of Vatum], announced the attitude of the arcane mages.

Attack on the Sanctuary? Even intending to kill the mystic who guards this place? I don't know what you call an idiot! Damn you!

"Put down your arms, we are the FBI!!!"

Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents shouted so loudly and pulled the trigger, and the bullets of the assault rifles flew here whistling and blasting, but they were all in front of the huge Seraphim shield unfolded in the hands of Baron Mordo. was blocked.

Good guy, these people really want to kill them.

Baron Mordo, who confirmed that the other party was the enemy, did not leave his hand and stretched out all the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and were directly dragged into the mirror dimension.

"Radio lost! Damn, what's going on? What the **** is this place!"

The leader of the field agent looked at the world changing like a Wanhua mirror, and the communication with the headquarters had been completely lost, and his expression was panic.

"His Holiness said to be tolerant of mortals' ignorance, but His Holiness also said that there is a limit to tolerance for mortals."

Baron Mordo raised his hand to them expressionlessly, and the [Sword of Weishan Emperor], which was burning with molten light, ignited in his hand.

"Last chance, throw down your weapons and surrender!"

The answer to him was two more bullets, and with this, Mordo no longer had the idea of ​​keeping his hands.

These field agents only saw a phantom in front of them, and the silhouette of Baron Mordo changed into hundreds in an instant, each of which was too fast to be captured by the naked eye.

The flaming flame-like sword of Weishandi easily shredded their protection, cut off their flesh and bones, and took their lives.

The provoked field agents fired even more frantically, but in front of this group of mysterious mages, their weapons were the same as jokes.

"Hmph, courting death!"

Mo Du snorted coldly, while using the sword of Emperor Weishan to head an agent, the other hand slammed up.

A micro-missile that came from outside the mirror dimension was directly smashed into the portal, and it reappeared at the place where he launched it.

boom! ! ! !